Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Cold Morning Air

A dark shape by the side of the road
Struggles to get back on his feet

Back legs betray with impossible angles
Black eyes reflect the cars that I meet

Burning hot breath in the cold morning air
Tell a story of pain with no option to flee

That's when I hear a desperate scream
And realize it's coming from me

This morning on my way to the vet with Athena I saw a deer that had just been hit by a car. I felt so sick, helpless and angry when all I could do was to plead with the Circus Director to please make it quick. I can't seem to shake the image of his desperation and get a big lump in my throat every time I think about it. 
I try to not see myself as a victim but maybe on some level I saw myself in his pain. 


  1. What a hauntingly beautiful post. I'm sorry for your pain and the deer's, your post moved me to tears. Thank you for sharing.

  2. lovely and poignant recollection

  3. My friend the poet! You make me proud to know you - you and I are cut from the same cloth!

  4. This is sooo beautiful!!! You gave me goosebumps when I read this! I read it y-day but didn't get a chance to comment. I see you stopped by and saw your award too. You truly inspire me chickie!! I don't know if I could be as level headed as you have been through all this. I'm soo glad you share your life with all of us!!! Thank you!!!

  5. So sad. I hope it was quick.

  6. Very sad :(

    (That pic is beautiful. I want to put it on canvas and hang it in my house. Did you take it?)


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